The Mermaid's questioning echoed in the depths of every Heroic Spirit's heart.
"Do you… regret it?"
Jingle~
Her fingertips plucked the strings, and the sound of the harp rose.
Julia immediately grew alert and shouted in haste, "Cover your ears! Don't listen to her harp!"
But it was already too late.
That music seemed able to ignore all physical barriers and act directly on the depths of the soul.
It turned into countless subtle whispers, resounding in the bottom of every Heroic Spirit's heart, knocking at the obsessions they had clung to for a thousand years:
"Look at the companions beside you—why did they fall? What meaning does your persistence still have?"
"Is your Divine really still watching over you?"
"Or have you already long been forgotten…"
These whispers were not some compulsory mental control, but the most agonizing of questions.
They dug out the Heroic Spirits' deepest confusion, pain, and doubt.
